Liroy - Ciemna strona

Fractured skull,on one's back traces of beatings,
This finale paternity,fucking abuse.
Mother crying,baby lies in blood,
hear an ambulance,open the door.
Late in the afternoon, in one of Polish Families,
Children sitting on books,father with a belt around it.
Murderer grimace on his face,two per promills in blood
New,bloody idea in his empty smoldering piles
Sees one of the children, calling them together,
Over what hits in the face,so strong like will.
Child Falls on the floor, blood spurts from his nose,
Like fountain,he looks closely at.
He says it's for life, or in case,
Strikes again, this time knee,
The kid lies motionless, his mother's sister is complaining
Unfortunately, too late - die next kid.

This often is the price we pay child
Hidden from the world, the dark side of parenting.
This often is the price we pay child
Hidden from the world ..


This often is the price we pay child
Hidden from the world, the dark side of parenting.
This often is the price we pay child
Hidden from the world ..


Dates have parents, the boy all the nerves,
He remembers well the kidneys beating him by his father,
Shortly after the parent-teacher, as his father recognized only belt for the caller.
Minute by minute, the pressure higher and higher,
Sweat poured eyes, the heart beats harder.
The kid can not withstand the stress moment
Wrestling strap hook, tightens noose around his neck.
The moment of pain, then someone's singing from afar,
There is no longer suffering, there is no escape from what.
Alien moment of relief falls on his shoulders,
From the abyss of silence comes to his mother crying.
A moment's thought, the sense of return,
For a world in which he suffered at every step.
Although all eyes go up to her mother,
He sees a smile on her face, a tear flows out of the eye mother...

After returning home, with time all over again,
Father drinks like drinking, wants to raise a child with a whip.
A few months later, history repeats itself,
But, this time the boy is not going to come back ...


This often is the price we pay child
Hidden from the world, the dark side of parenting.
This often is the price we pay child
Hidden from the world ..


This often is the price we pay child
Hidden from the world, the dark side of parenting.
This often is the price we pay child
Hidden from the world ..

Next family,next tragedy,
Everything seems great, but take a look at precisely,
And you'll see how everything is completely fucked up.
May old money, play well, day and night,
All year like in carnival,daughter dispose of money,
At every step, so it is month after month, year after year,
At some point, the girl has had enough.
I no longer have the strength to take it anymore,
Unscrews cocks, neighbor rings the doorbell,
Another victim of childhood days ...


This often is the price we pay child
Hidden from the world, the dark side of parenting.
This often is the price we pay child
Hidden from the world ..

This often is the price we pay child
Hidden from the world, the dark side of parenting.
This often is the price we pay child
Hidden from the world ..

History, as you know, often repeats itself
So whore mother, Awake immediately!
A child is not an object, not a fucking toy
This is not some robot or a plastic doll,
It has a soul like you, feels and understands
He looks at you and calculate.
So, before you decide to have their own,
Think carefully about whether you're just,
The right person for this position,
Think about it, really carefully, because,

Sometimes heavy is the price we pay child
For your stupidity, your lack of parenting,
Sometimes heavy is the price we pay child
For your stupidity ...

Sometimes heavy is the price we pay child
For your stupidity, your lack of parenting,
Sometimes heavy is the price we pay child
For your stupidity ...